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Jul 2016
There is a spot wherein I sit
A spot of light from high above
A spot of love.

It is a place that's everywhere
Within, without
A place to share.

There is a place where I can go
That's anywhere for me and so
I make it mine.

But it is there for everyone
Is now, was then, will be.
A place that's home for me.

A place where I can know myself
And know that I am part of all:
Of them of you, of those to come
And those who went before.
Written by
Mary Pear
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